The Death of Muzhiyi

Yi Shuihan hugged Xin Yi tightly, like a puppet. He had clearly been fine yesterday, but such a thing had happened today.

Xin Yi reached out his hand and caressed Yi Shuihan's face, his eyes filled with reluctance, "A Han, I really want to accompany you until you become old, but I know that I do not have the qualifications.

Yi Shuihan held Xin Yi's hand, "Why would it be like this, Xin Yi, it shouldn't be like this. I have let you down for these past ten years, I have yet to compensate you."

"You did not let me down, I let you down. In these ten years, every single day, I had a wish, that the A Han from the past could return, that I could see a smile on your face and keep hiding this secret, it was I who was too selfish …"

Xin Yi paused as he spoke, fresh blood flowing out of his mouth, "Promise me that you'll still be alive and well."